It suddenly came crashing into my consciousness as I was sitting reading the depressing news of the day, what my dream last night had been about.
Smocking.
The art of stitching folds together on a garment for either practical purposes or merely decorative.
SMOCKING.
I spent a whole night dreaming of this ?
I have never done it, I have never given it a second thought, I barely knew the name of the work.
The human brain works in mysterious ways
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